You are Feraljak.
Presently, you’re chilling with your buddy Cobbert on the side of the road, vaping and shooting the shit.
You like Cobbert. He’s a cool guy. He has a lot of fascinating things to say about airplane mechanics and naval history, which you’re sure you would find very interesting if you paid attention long enough to comprehend it.
Still, though, you can’t help but feel you’d be having a lot more fun right now if your best friend Soyak were here. He hasn’t picked up any of your calls since this morning. What the fucking fuck is that bastard doing? Probably watching his bull fuck his wife again. Without you. You simmer with indignation. Why doesn’t he ever invite you to watch? You know it’s his wife and all, but isn’t sharing what cuckoldry is all about?
Shaking your head, you look around. You’re really, really bored. You decide you should do something fun with Cobbert to distract yourself from what a total asshat Soyak is being right now.
To your left is a coffee shop, The Doe Dough Though Coffee Shop & Bakery. You haven’t been there, but Cobbert assures you it’s really good.
To your right is a gas station, Cobson’s Shell. You and Cobbert hang around there a lot. Their nachos aren’t too bad, but the clerk there weirds you out. You make a point never to go there at night.
You’ve also noticed that there’s a primly dressed man in the gas station parking lot, and he’s eyeing you disdainfully. Fuck him. You hate stuck-up white pricks like him. You hope one day some black kings teach him a lesson. Fucker.
What do you do?
